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Snakeman-Jack part 3

“But mom he threatened you!” I half shouted as I followed my mom from the living-room to the kitchen.

“I don't want to hear it Sophie! You've been spewing this nonsense since last night, and I'm tired of listening to it!” My mom screamed back at me as I continued to chase her down.
“Just go sit in the living-room and wait for Leon to get here!” She added after an unbelievably short pause, before abruptly turning around and pointing towards the living-room as a physical display of her order. I groaned loudly and stormed into the room I'd been forced into, and I plopped down on the couch angrily- to think that I'd even bothered to share my worries. My mother never listened to anything I had to say. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall.

Our entire argument began shortly after Leon decided to go home- and since my mother had decided that I'd spend the next day basically being the creeps slave, she didn't make me go with him. Anyways, once I was sure he was gone, I ran downstairs and told my mother what had happened- though I'll admit I left out the part about wishing death upon her. As expected, she didn't believe a word of what I'd said. She called me a brat and a liar, and I inevitably wound up spending the rest of the night locked in my room. That night became one of the worse in my life- I never managed to fall asleep. For some strange reason, I felt like someone was watching me. I was constantly up and about checking every possible hiding place for stalkers and creeps. Closet, under the bed, dark corners of the room- none of those places held even a hint of the strange presence I felt. Then, I turned my attention to the outdoors- I lived on the second floor of the house, so it was possible that someone was watching me through my window. What I initially thought I saw scared the piss out of me, and I'm ashamed to say that it was in a literal sense.

The first time I looked outside, I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring up at me from the darkness of the street- they looked me in the eye and held my gaze for the split second it took me to jump and inevitably, wet my pants a little. Then in a flash, the eyes were gone- not a trace of them remained. Not long afterwards I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up- I was terrified, but also embarrassed about what had happened. I'd never expected to loose control of my bladder like that. I spent the rest of my night completely on edge, which only made my paranoia worse. I mistook every sound for that of a killer coming into my room to slit my throat or rape me. My eyes kept darting around the room to check for the glowing eyes I'd spotted earlier- and I was positive that it was actually Leon who I'd seen. At one point, my blanket fell off of me, and I nearly gave myself a heart attack when I bet over the bed to pick it up. I swore something had grabbed at me- something like a snake, but then I realized that I'd just brushed my arm against a cooling pad that I'd left under my bed.

So, it was perfectly understandable that I wasn't in the best mood by the time my parents and I were ready for breakfast. I tried on more than one account to describe my night to my mother and father- they both ignored me and told me that if I kept being so rude to Leon that I'd be punished for it. The events that followed naturally led to me sitting in my living-room, on the couch, completely pissed off. Honestly, there's a murderer on the loose in our town- one who brakes in, rapes you, then butchers you. How on earth could my parents not be concerned when I tell them that I saw someone outside staring at me? I didn't even get the chance to think of an explanation to that question- the dreaded knock on the door I'd been waiting to hear drew me from my thoughts. So, it was time for me to spend the day with the person who was responsible for my being so badly shaken up the night before. I groaned and got up to open the door, and wasn't at all surprised to be greeted by that overly polite smile that he tended to wear- though the smile quickly disappeared when he realized that one of my parents hadn't answered the door.

“Are you ready to go?” Leon asked as he adorned his smug expression, his eyes turning gold as if to mock me about what had happened the night before- and I'm referring to the fact that I pissed myself. The only reply I gave him was an angry groan, before I stormed out of my house and walked over to his poor excuse for a pickup truck. Honestly? He couldn't even bother trying to make his vehicle look more appealing to the human eye? It was as if he wanted it to look like a piece of crap. I heard him saying something at the door before he abruptly turned and walked over to the truck- he must've put the polite guy facade back on to say something to my mother. When he reached the truck I was surprised when he came around to open the door for me, and I was even more surprised to find that the interior of the piece of shit vehicle was actually about as good looking as that of a new care. Once I was in he walked back around to jump in the drivers seat.
“Buckle up.” He said with a sly smile, before he abruptly put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway- he did it so quickly that I slipped out of the seat and fell onto the floor. Talk about a dick move.

“H-hey!?” I groaned as I pulled myself back into the seat, my bottom sore from hitting the hard flooring of his truck- I hadn't been prepared for anything like that.

“That-” Leon said as he shifted the car into drive and turned down the road.
“Was for ignoring me at the door.” He said as he began to drive. That was it, I snapped- without meaning to I swung my arm at him and gave him a firm smack to the side of his face. His cheek immediately turned red- I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk.
“There's that temper of yours...” He said in a mocking tone while putting his foot on the gas- we gradually began picking up speed, and I couldn't help but become nervous. He should have given me more of a reaction than that, but he didn't. He didn't wince in pain after my hand left his cheek- he didn't even blink when my hand made contact with his face. He wasn't angry either- if anything he looked like he may burst into a fit of laughter, which confused the living daylights out of me. I turned my head to stare out the window in an attempt to distract myself- I watched the lines on the road as we drove passed them, and occasionally we passed another car. The was strange though, there were usually a lot of cars around on Saturdays.

Great, now I was just being paranoid to be paranoid- every little thing I saw outside seemed to be putting me on edge. We drove past a stray dog- I got nervous. Saw people eating in a restaurant- they creeped me out. Noticed a bunch of trees- realized Leon intended on taking me to his house for the day, and I thought I might wet my pants again. I was glad that I didn't have to go to the bathroom. By the time we stopped I realized just how far away we were from town- I couldn't even see the buildings, just the smoke coming from our power plant. I made no move to exit the truck once we stopped, so Leon took it as some unintentional hint for him to open the door and let me out. When I didn't move he raised an eyebrow at me, and his eyes took on the golden coloration that I was slowly but surely growing accustomed to. Then he chuckled.

“You can get out or I can pick you up and carry you inside-” Leon said before extending an arm as if to grab me. I was up and out of that truck faster than a gunshot- no way in hell was I about to let that creep pick me up. He just laughed at me and offered a small bow, his arm extended in the direction of his house- that was the typical “After you” pose. I sighed and turned to walk towards his house, and to my surprise it wasn't the rundown piece of shit I'd been expecting. The building was big enough to comfortably house a family of four, and it appeared to be a log cabin of some sort. The wooden logs used for the exterior of the house were finely polished and well kept. Windows were clean, front porch free of dust and debris. All in all, it was the kind of house people paid a lot of money to live in- and I had the feeling that Leon was the one responsible for its astonishingly good state.

I was so engrossed in my examination of his house that I hadn't realized that Leon had led me to his front door, and the next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of his house, staring at him like an idiot. And just as I had anticipated, all he did was smile and laugh at me upon spotting my shocked expression, his golden eyes boring into mine like blades...

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Snakeman-Jack part 3

“But mom he threatened you!” I half shouted as I followed my mom from the living-room to the kitchen.

“I don't want to hear it Sophie! You've been spewing this nonsense since last night, and I'm tired of listening to it!” My mom screamed back at me as I continued to chase her down.
“Just go sit in the living-room and wait for Leon to get here!” She added after an unbelievably short pause, before abruptly turning around and pointing towards the living-room as a physical display of her order. I groaned loudly and stormed into the room I'd been forced into, and I plopped down on the couch angrily- to think that I'd even bothered to share my worries. My mother never listened to anything I had to say. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall.

Our entire argument began shortly after Leon decided to go home- and since my mother had decided that I'd spend the next day basically being the creeps slave, she didn't make me go with him. Anyways, once I was sure he was gone, I ran downstairs and told my mother what had happened- though I'll admit I left out the part about wishing death upon her. As expected, she didn't believe a word of what I'd said. She called me a brat and a liar, and I inevitably wound up spending the rest of the night locked in my room. That night became one of the worse in my life- I never managed to fall asleep. For some strange reason, I felt like someone was watching me. I was constantly up and about checking every possible hiding place for stalkers and creeps. Closet, under the bed, dark corners of the room- none of those places held even a hint of the strange presence I felt. Then, I turned my attention to the outdoors- I lived on the second floor of the house, so it was possible that someone was watching me through my window. What I initially thought I saw scared the piss out of me, and I'm ashamed to say that it was in a literal sense.

The first time I looked outside, I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring up at me from the darkness of the street- they looked me in the eye and held my gaze for the split second it took me to jump and inevitably, wet my pants a little. Then in a flash, the eyes were gone- not a trace of them remained. Not long afterwards I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up- I was terrified, but also embarrassed about what had happened. I'd never expected to loose control of my bladder like that. I spent the rest of my night completely on edge, which only made my paranoia worse. I mistook every sound for that of a killer coming into my room to slit my throat or rape me. My eyes kept darting around the room to check for the glowing eyes I'd spotted earlier- and I was positive that it was actually Leon who I'd seen. At one point, my blanket fell off of me, and I nearly gave myself a heart attack when I bet over the bed to pick it up. I swore something had grabbed at me- something like a snake, but then I realized that I'd just brushed my arm against a cooling pad that I'd left under my bed.

So, it was perfectly understandable that I wasn't in the best mood by the time my parents and I were ready for breakfast. I tried on more than one account to describe my night to my mother and father- they both ignored me and told me that if I kept being so rude to Leon that I'd be punished for it. The events that followed naturally led to me sitting in my living-room, on the couch, completely pissed off. Honestly, there's a murderer on the loose in our town- one who brakes in, rapes you, then butchers you. How on earth could my parents not be concerned when I tell them that I saw someone outside staring at me? I didn't even get the chance to think of an explanation to that question- the dreaded knock on the door I'd been waiting to hear drew me from my thoughts. So, it was time for me to spend the day with the person who was responsible for my being so badly shaken up the night before. I groaned and got up to open the door, and wasn't at all surprised to be greeted by that overly polite smile that he tended to wear- though the smile quickly disappeared when he realized that one of my parents hadn't answered the door.

“Are you ready to go?” Leon asked as he adorned his smug expression, his eyes turning gold as if to mock me about what had happened the night before- and I'm referring to the fact that I pissed myself. The only reply I gave him was an angry groan, before I stormed out of my house and walked over to his poor excuse for a pickup truck. Honestly? He couldn't even bother trying to make his vehicle look more appealing to the human eye? It was as if he wanted it to look like a piece of crap. I heard him saying something at the door before he abruptly turned and walked over to the truck- he must've put the polite guy facade back on to say something to my mother. When he reached the truck I was surprised when he came around to open the door for me, and I was even more surprised to find that the interior of the piece of shit vehicle was actually about as good looking as that of a new care. Once I was in he walked back around to jump in the drivers seat.
“Buckle up.” He said with a sly smile, before he abruptly put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway- he did it so quickly that I slipped out of the seat and fell onto the floor. Talk about a dick move.

“H-hey!?” I groaned as I pulled myself back into the seat, my bottom sore from hitting the hard flooring of his truck- I hadn't been prepared for anything like that.

“That-” Leon said as he shifted the car into drive and turned down the road.
“Was for ignoring me at the door.” He said as he began to drive. That was it, I snapped- without meaning to I swung my arm at him and gave him a firm smack to the side of his face. His cheek immediately turned red- I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk.
“There's that temper of yours...” He said in a mocking tone while putting his foot on the gas- we gradually began picking up speed, and I couldn't help but become nervous. He should have given me more of a reaction than that, but he didn't. He didn't wince in pain after my hand left his cheek- he didn't even blink when my hand made contact with his face. He wasn't angry either- if anything he looked like he may burst into a fit of laughter, which confused the living daylights out of me. I turned my head to stare out the window in an attempt to distract myself- I watched the lines on the road as we drove passed them, and occasionally we passed another car. The was strange though, there were usually a lot of cars around on Saturdays.

Great, now I was just being paranoid to be paranoid- every little thing I saw outside seemed to be putting me on edge. We drove past a stray dog- I got nervous. Saw people eating in a restaurant- they creeped me out. Noticed a bunch of trees- realized Leon intended on taking me to his house for the day, and I thought I might wet my pants again. I was glad that I didn't have to go to the bathroom. By the time we stopped I realized just how far away we were from town- I couldn't even see the buildings, just the smoke coming from our power plant. I made no move to exit the truck once we stopped, so Leon took it as some unintentional hint for him to open the door and let me out. When I didn't move he raised an eyebrow at me, and his eyes took on the golden coloration that I was slowly but surely growing accustomed to. Then he chuckled.

“You can get out or I can pick you up and carry you inside-” Leon said before extending an arm as if to grab me. I was up and out of that truck faster than a gunshot- no way in hell was I about to let that creep pick me up. He just laughed at me and offered a small bow, his arm extended in the direction of his house- that was the typical “After you” pose. I sighed and turned to walk towards his house, and to my surprise it wasn't the rundown piece of shit I'd been expecting. The building was big enough to comfortably house a family of four, and it appeared to be a log cabin of some sort. The wooden logs used for the exterior of the house were finely polished and well kept. Windows were clean, front porch free of dust and debris. All in all, it was the kind of house people paid a lot of money to live in- and I had the feeling that Leon was the one responsible for its astonishingly good state.

I was so engrossed in my examination of his house that I hadn't realized that Leon had led me to his front door, and the next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of his house, staring at him like an idiot. And just as I had anticipated, all he did was smile and laugh at me upon spotting my shocked expression, his golden eyes boring into mine like blades...